Bleeding is form of knowing you’re breathing
Immorality comes from within
No Gods or Potions or Fountains of Youth
Belief
Preying gets you nowhere
Death is your only friend
Holding your hand in the hours of darkness
Hope has forsaken you for the final time as you reach for your weakness
A weakness that is all too eager to present itself
Pulling me closer to the edge you smile
You want me….
Need me to meet your only friend
Not for you
But for me
To show me that you used to be there and were ignored
You’ll never be ignored again
Punishment to those who deserve
Me?
You need to hurt me to save yourself
Darkness overwhelms you and you take the hand of death
Casualties are but a number
Author notes
Hmm... I'm in an odd mood today
Written November 12th, 2005
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I love the part about the Fountain of Youth... great poem! This is quiet emotional, good job!! ~~Tipp
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very very good, quite emotional, but also very powerful. it flows very well. good job!
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